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She looks herself in the mirror, hoping that it'll tell her something, but nothing comes to mind. It's as if her mind is slowly closing up. Closing up to herself, and anyone else who cares. Those little comments, and actions are the only thing that slip through that hole that has become so small and un invadable. As she looks to the floor and trys to walk, she trips on her own feet and decides to not get up. Giving up. As much as she doesn't want to, her thoughts elude her of anything that used to be what it was.